Author’s note: The following is the start of Chapter 7, edited to be in compliance with the current rules regarding posting of IC stories in the Library, which are as follows:
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In the small, cluttered library of the Promenade’s clerical dormitories, Sheyreza, [redacted],and [redacted] talked quietly, but fervently.
“We have been thinking about [redacted].” Sheyreza told [redacted] flatly. “We do not think we can [redacted] any longer.”
“I have decided to [redacted] as well,” [redacted] said. “The Lady’s real work is [redacted]. Our real destiny is [redacted]. We are supposed to be [redacted] in the dark.” [redacted] began to pace around the narrow library, stepping over books and tomes. “I want to [redacted]. I want to [redacted]. I want to [redacted], that not all of our race are blinded by the evils of the Spider Bitch or the Masked Lord.” The passionate [redacted] stopped [redacted] pacing for a moment. [redacted] sighed. “I also want to [redacted]. I know they [redacted], but more than that, I do not think I can [redacted].”
“Your [redacted] crimes are not [redacted].” Sheyreza offered.
“I know, but, I do not wish [redacted]any longer. I do not even wish to [redacted].” [redacted]’s face was starting to flush as anger and frustration grew in [redacted] heart.
“[redacted]?” Sheyreza switched the subject, just a little, to keep [redacted] from getting lost in [redacted] emotions. Keep the mind busy. It was one of the keys to overcoming fear, hatred, anger and all the other emotions that could and would keep a person from doing what had to be done.
“I am not sure.” [redacted] looked up. “[redacted]?”
“We were discussing [redacted].” Sheyreza replied.
“[redacted]?” [redacted] nearly spat. “Why? Why would [redacted]?”
“They [redacted].” [redacted]answered.
“[redacted]for [redacted]. How can we [redacted]?” [redacted] resumed pacing. “Seems pointless to [redacted].”
Sheyreza frowned. “[redacted]then?”
“[redacted]I can help others.” [redacted] answer was vague but [redacted] voice was confident. “I have [redacted]. The [redacted] I could [redacted] there.”
Sheyreza narrowed her eyes. “And what makes you think the [redacted]?” Her voice deepened and took on a bit of the growl that came when she was angered. “[redacted]will kill you. You [redacted]. They will burn you before you ever see battle.”
[redacted] smiled. “This is why I [redacted]. I am not going to [redacted]. I will [redacted] I can. [redacted] need not see me to be [redacted] by me. I am not doing this for glory or recognition, I am doing this to help good people. I am doing this for the Lady, and she will know.”
Sheyreza shook her head and turned from [redacted]. “You are a good [redacted], but not good enough to [redacted]. Eventually, they will [redacted]. And they will [redacted].”
[redacted] agreed. “The [redacted] do not want [redacted], even if we try to [redacted]. [redacted]”
“Then I will [redacted] doing the Lady’s work.”
Sheyreza turned on [redacted]. “How much of the Lady’s work can you do [redacted]?” She stared at [redacted] wide eyed, daring [redacted] to answer. “You can do a lot more of Her work if you are [redacted]. [redacted], you accomplish nothing.”
“Yes, that’s true.” [redacted] lowered [redacted] head a bit. “I will [redacted] then, [redacted].”
“Who?” Sheyreza asked. “[redacted]? [redacted]? I was a priestess of the Lady [redacted] and in all that time I only met one other of Her priestesses and never saw nor even heard of another temple. [redacted]? [redacted]?”
“Qilue will know [redacted]. Qilue is Eilistraee’s Chosen. If anyone would know [redacted], it will be her. She will tell us [redacted].”
“You are going to tell Qilue of your plans to [redacted]?” Sheyreza asked, incredulously.
“Of course. With her help, we can [redacted]. Why wouldn’t I tell her? Its not like she would try to [redacted].”
Sheyreza blinked. [redacted] was right. Qilue, for all her faults, was not a Matron Mother of one of Ched Nasad’s Qu’ellaren. She would not act the tyrant and try to [redacted]. The thought that a high priestess would help her followers [redacted] was so foreign to Sheyreza it had simply never occurred to her. Now that [redacted] had said it aloud, Sheyreza knew [redacted] was right.
“When are you going to tell her?” Sheyreza’s voice was softer now. Perhaps [redacted] was not quite so naïve after all.
“The sooner the better I suppose. The sooner we talk to her, the sooner we can [redacted].”
Sheyreza could find no fault with [redacted] logic and she was curious to see what Qilue would say when confronted by [redacted]. “Alright. Lets go speak to her then.”
“Now?” [redacted] asked, obviously taken off guard.
“Yes, now.” Sheyreza replied. The tall, slender priestess was already walking towards the door. [redacted] watched her, with more than just [redacted] on [redacted] mind.
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Yes, I was trying to make a point with this post. For those of you who are not directly involved but who can still figure out what is going on – well, that just goes to show even MORE redaction would be needed to prevent any IC compromise of on going plots to make this post conform with the new rules.
For the record, I think Wynna and Twiggy are good people doing difficult jobs I would not wish on my enemies. I think both are making legitimate attempts to curb undesirable behavior. However, in this instance, I think they should have used a scalpel not a hammer – as the proverb goes – to a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.
